Yesterday, it seemed like this was going to be a bit worse than my c-sections. But now, I think that was as much a product of not having a new baby or babies to focus on as anything else. Today, I’m doing good, more like I expected to be. I’m awake, and I’m not needing any pain medication. I may ask for some Tylenol or something here in a bit, but it’s really not bad.

I’ve seen my belly button, but I haven’t gotten a good look at the rest of it. My belly button seems like it’s in the wrong spot. I mean, it’s not supposed to be that high, it’s supposed to be all hanging down between my legs, right? It looks pretty now, though. Actually looks like a belly button again, instead of a slit in the flab.

My lower belly feels like it’s been operated on, but my upper belly mostly feels tight. I’ve got a “pain buster” in for my upper belly, which may be why it doesn’t hurt. Although, I can’t tell that there’s anything coming out of this little balloon thingy. Supposedly, they inflate a balloon which the pain drugs, and it shoots out a little at a time all on its own. But it looks to me like it’s the same size it was yesterday.

Definitely feels tight. I can feel it even when I’m just sitting up. It’s hard to straighten out my upper body. I thought not being able to stand up straight would be more in the lower belly, but it’s the upper part that’s restricting me. So even when I’m sitting and already bent 90 degrees at the hips, I have to sit with a hunched back because that upper tummy is so tight. So much for good posture.

I can’t wait to really get a good look at my tummy. Even after all the anticipation, I just can’t imagine what it’s going to look like, or feel like when it’s healed.

I need to call Mom and get her to bring the kids by after breakfast. I keep leaking milk, not much but just enough to be annoying. I got them to “steal” a pump for me last night, but I only got two ounces out, combined, so I don’t think that was much use. As long as I see Liam at least twice a day, though, I should be okay. I’ll be home tonight or tomorrow, and then it won’t matter anymore.

Feeling a little tired again. Probably should lay back down, or at least switch to sewing in the bed. I’m sitting up in a chair right now. They’ve even had me running laps up and down the halls. I took my third walk after breakfast this morning. It’s hard to walk because I can’t stand up straight. I have to use my IV stand like a walker, to lean on. I’m not sure what I’m going to do at home. A walker won’t be much use with all those stairs. I’ll need to get my cane back from Millie, probably. I just hope I can manage the stairs a bit once I get home. I do not want to wind up on Brenden’s bed. That poor bed has been peed on so many times it positively reeks. Ugh!